That's hilarious, MRD. I can just picture Rosie protecting her beds. :lol
That's hilarious, MRD. I can just picture Rosie protecting her beds. :lol
I have a picture of her guarding the big bed. I'll post it later.Quote:
Originally Posted by ScoutMom;2479787;
I swear I am dealing with small children instead of dogs. I cannot believe the jealousy factor between these 3. Waldo put his front feet on the bed this morning to get some loving. Well Bogie was UNDER the covers on the inside and he came rushing out of the covers and around my feet to get between Waldo and me and growled at Waldo until I gave Bogie some loving too. They just cannot stand it if one gets something the others don't have.
combatcutie: Awwwww. Abby is just a little bundle of cuteness!! She has a beautiful chocolate color to her. And such big eyes. :heart
This is kind of long but a friend of mine sent it and I wanted to share it with you guys. It made me crack up!
To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is noth ing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years --canine or feline attendance is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less
2. Don't ask for money all the time
3. Are easier to train
4. Normally come when called
5. Never ask to drive the car
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends
7. Don't smoke or drink
8. Don't have to buy the latest fashions
9. Don't want to wear your clothes
10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and...
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.
I always laugh when I see that Butterfly. I actually have printed up and framed the first part as you walk into my apartment.
I want to print the middle part and hang it on my front door. The part that starts with "To all non-pet owners.....
For anyone who may be going through a loss of a beloved pet. I saw this on another website and loved it. Thought I'd share.
-by Crystal Ward Kent
When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey - a journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also test your strength and courage.
If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark. Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures - jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears. If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information.
Your pace may be slower - except when heading home to the food dish - but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details - the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world.
We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own. Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen. (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.
You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie - with a cat in hot pursuit - all in the name of love. Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.
You will learn the true measure of love - the steadfast, undying kind that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together." Respect this always.
It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race. And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway. If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will be not just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be - the one they were proud to call beloved friend.
I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go.
A pet's time on earth is far too short - especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during these brief years they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left. The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle now gray.
Deep down we somehow always knew that this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead - young and whole once more. "Godspeed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.
I do not mean to bring anyone down but felt this needed to be acknowledged. I believe that Gracie is happily playing with all our beloved pets at Rainbow Bridge. She was far too young to be there so soon. May she rest in peace. :bawl :dog
Gracie, Layla, and Luke
OPRAH'S DOG DIES IN FREAK ACCIDENT
Oprah Winfrey suffered a huge heartbreak when one of her beloved pooches died in a freak accident. Gracie, a golden retriever who was the littlest of Oprah's three pups, was killed when Oprah's dog walker took the three dogs out for an evening stroll.
Oprah got a call twenty minutes later saying Gracie was not breathing. "I ran barefoot out of the house and found the dog walker and one of my security guys pumping her chest," Oprah says in the August issue of O, The Oprah Magazine. "Just as I reached them, the security guard looked up... 'She's gone."
Gracie had chocked on a plastic ball that belonged to Oprah's much older cocker spaniel, Sophie. Oprah immediately felt the loss of her favorite pup. She was flooded with "tears and stabbing pain and disbelief and wonder and questions about how and why this happened."
Winfrey _ who "stood there dazed, stunned, crying" as Gracie was placed in a golf cart _ says she learned this lesson: Enjoy life but remember to slow down, too.
"She never stopped moving. Was energy in motion. ... I have never seen a being, human or animal, always so full of joy," Winfrey says of Gracie, who ran amok and gulped food and treats. "This dog lived every moment as though it were her last."
Winfrey says she "got the message" to slow down and catch her breath when Gracie died.
"I don't believe in accidents," says the host of "The Oprah Winfrey Show." "I know for sure that everything in life happens to help us live."
FOXNews.com - Oprah Mourns Death of Her Dog Gracie - Celebrity Gossip | Entertainment News | Arts And Entertainment
Oprah introduced her three new puppies to the world on the first show of the 2005 season. Oprah called them her babies, and Gracie was the one who always found her way into mom's arms. She was at Oprah's side on the cover of O Magazine in 2006, and again for this year's January issue. She was the littlest of the three, but she was also wild and curious, with a mind of her own.
"Slow down, you're moving too fast... Thank you for being my saving Gracie."
Inside Edition - Oprah's Heartbreak
I can't help but cry... as you know my little tabby is named Gracie. She was the runt of the litter and was a little terror as well. I always left lipstick kisses on the top of Snowflakes white head, just as Oprah did to her beloved Gracie. Going to kiss my kitts now.
:bawl :cry :bawl
Warning: Make sure you have kleenex handy.
The story from O Magazine:
What Oprah Knows for Sure: Everything Has a Purpose
Oh no!! I remember watching the episodes about them. How sad. My doggies will get some extra loving tonight. Poor Oprah.
Misskitty............pass that tissue please.